simplicity.

the voices surround me, driving me insane with various psychotic ideas for how to conduct my life in the somewhat near future.

(heaven knows I can’t make those decisions on my own.)

other people will always have to control me because I’m like a lost child, devoid of any sense of direction in this god forsaken place we call the world.

I wish that things would just fall into place like the 100 piece puzzles that entertained us on the days where snow blanketed the ground. we sat there laughing, content in our ignorance (just for a while) about the corrupt government and torn families and fire and bombs and lost lives of people who sell themselves for their countries.

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